A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. Imbecile. I begin to fear I might be purposely go out of the way. What a heat that news had wrought. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. ‘Ah, now I may see what damage Gérard has done to me,’ she muttered, crossing to the table and putting her hand to the sore place at her neck.
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